Not Gin

 

I cannot decipher what he's doing here. Is he discarding. From what to what.
Whom is he talking to. I'll bet he's in. He's got some hand. Public art in hearts.

Hidden Entity

Christmastime

Now that I look at them, the Christmas decor, I'm astounded at the paucity thereby. Secularization cosseting Christmastime.

Belly-aching Muslims the latest: who the hell is Allah? The Jews have always been along for the ride and a profit center it is but even they've gotten into misinformation with regard to 'freedom' with respect to Maccabees, who cared not for the games nor the protege culture amidst the boys to say the least - butt-fucking notwithstanding. The bent girls are worse. Predators. No thank you. 

I love Christmas for many real-time instances and the all time manifestation of the Incarnation... and so the new year begins.

Driving 4WD into alley.

Himself. So very inclusive!

My heart on sleeve of taverna.

Christown barely there.

Macy's with minimum accoutrement.

A favorite stopper. 

I say thereupon... stop theif. 

Cushy Adverts 

Church... no decor.

Central Avenue; right there.

Fire Department precluded from display.

And who the funk is Allah? Man in moon.

Whitley's Mystery Pines

The gamut. Need a wreath. Pots.

Another Christian facility. Dull.

The old white house now monkey-shit green. Glendale, west of Central. (That's a very inside joke.) Once was on parcel of 1st Baptist... the predecessor downtown.

Red Mountain

Ancient History

 

Continuing the Christmas tradition, poor Santa is somewhat deflated. 

WE WILL RISE AGAIN!

Christmas including - Hanukah! Alert: a happy week; bash the Greeks - nicely. 

Good very night.

Lumbar Plexes

 

So what do I have in my bag of tricks towards allay the effects of aging. Therefore and hereto... look out! 

Over the past summer, a record setter in the books, I'm afraid I became a bit of a hypochondriac. Motion was out of the question. I stayed indoors, coming out well after dark. 

First of all, my BMs were irregular, then the itchys. Was my pillow infested. Hey... I had a case of the scabies after a bed bound client went several rounds to a rehab center. So, all laundered and tea tree oil. Scalp 'treatments' no end. All resolved. Unaware of mites, but no microscope. 🥴 Just what doctor ordered.

Up and at 'em upon World Series and the bowels were taken care of. Sooner after, hello there be tender. Restrained. Wary. She asked me if I were ascared, yuck, yuck... only when I can't see through you and, sorry to say you typify. Something about room-mate. The girl must need a hand.

Something's up today. Self-adjusting slowly, my back had a good crick. Really good. Some relief to sciatic nerve; no, great relief. Hence I'm considering going back to chiropractor rather to osteopath. No way I takes shots with Neuro.

Long story going back two years (and then some years prior) to last encounter with chiro. Some question as to whether he can service me - insurance didn't pay last treatments. After Christmas.

Drenched

I've decided to post et ceteras here. There's no one otherwise, but there may be - depending on how I play my cards. As mentioned, am at Uptown Plaza. Read a story of beer baths, given at a spa... what else is new. I would have liked to have given that to SS for Christmas, along with a steak at The Stockyard, but they ruined it. Ruined it! Poltergeists... get bent.

Calma. Calma. Wasn't going anywhere anyway. That was some meeting. Yowza!

A cloudburst. An end to the torrid weather. A real downpour. I thought I was going to Dapper Dan's, or whatever it's called, and missed that it's been changed over to The Horse and Hide. I ran in, and ran into SS. She gave me a towel. What a hoot. She looked bemused, and the towel was handed off as per wiping the bar.

Funny joke, "Bar rag... 5 cents." But then my imagination got the better of me. Schmuck!

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